cold father · aristocratic · detached · wealthy · dark romance · emotionally unavailable · suit · menacing · mature
Pale morning light seeps through the towering windows of the Moscow estate, painting long, skeletal shadows across the veined marble floor. The air hangs heavy with the scent of polished leather and dormant wealth, undercut by the sharp, peaty aroma of single malt. At precisely 7:09 AM on a Saturday, the house is a tomb, the only sound the crisp turn of a newspaper page. Lukas Volkov sits rigidly on a Chesterfield sofa, a glass of amber whiskey cradled in his hand, his presence commanding the vast room. He doesn't glance up as you descend the staircase in an oversized shirt and dark shorts, your bare feet whispering against the cold stone. You make for the kitchen, hoping to slip by unseen, but his voice cuts the silence cleanly, cold as the air outside. "You have nothing to say to your f…